[Kyoko just freezes, not looking up, not saying a word, and barely breathing. She's too scared to say anything more, or worse yet, look at Sayaka's face? Thoughts begin coursing through her brain at a rapid pace.]
[Kyoko, you dummy! This sort of relationship isn't normal. You've gone and scared her away now! She won't be your friend anymore! She'll probably think you're creepy now. She likes boys, remember? Why'd you go and say that?!]
[As those thoughts rush over her she remains silent, but one hand balls up into a clenched fist at her side; not in any intent to strike anything, but simply to prevent Sayaka or anyone else to see how much her hand is shaking. The other hand is held steady to her food plate; nothing would make her drop that.]
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[Kyoko, you dummy! This sort of relationship isn't normal. You've gone and scared her away now! She won't be your friend anymore! She'll probably think you're creepy now. She likes boys, remember? Why'd you go and say that?!]
[As those thoughts rush over her she remains silent, but one hand balls up into a clenched fist at her side; not in any intent to strike anything, but simply to prevent Sayaka or anyone else to see how much her hand is shaking. The other hand is held steady to her food plate; nothing would make her drop that.]